is it a matter of delusion? perhaps simply emoitonal immaturity clashing rather disastrously with a perpertually strained nervous sytem and learned helplessness ...

it cannot be true that i am at fault for what has happened to me. it happened To, not Because of any failing, but too much anticipated

at times, i am curious as to why i am concerned with the preservation of the very same individuals who continually hurt me (though that concern is not limited to the perhaps undeserving), albeit knowing fully well that it, like many other of my proclivities, can be chalked up to trauma-behaviour

I can hardly stand this mass illusion of powerlessness. Does the majority not realise they are being played?

Every step toward chasing euphoria as opposed to contentment is suffocating.

It is imperative perhaps more than ever in this timeline that we are to band together.

Love is the answer.

i wish to someday be in a position in which i do not feel the need to substitute safety & love with neurotic cleaning behaviour

i stand in line. i am used to this. my paws have grown weary. tired. i walk the same paths and none seem to lead to hone

the world is one big aching heart

animals are stupendous ... the way the birds synchronize in flight will never cease to amaze me

I have forgotten about my love for nature documentaries and crossword puzzles. I believe it may be time to indulge ...

i would like to sleep until this is over ... until a tangible glimpse of the home i have never had rears her head ..

until i know for certain that the monotony serves a purpose ...

but perhaps the promise is in my cat

i have been reluctant to admit to this, out of fear of angering the christian god (should be happen to exist), but i've a friend in my head ... his name is tony, and he serves as a beacon of wisdom and sound ...

i feel that i had ought to allow myself to leave some of my burden to him ...

i would give the world to have someone to hold steady with me throughout this horrid experience ...

their hurt is not mine to carry. wickedness is not my bane. vitriol cannot pierce my bubble. i am tender, but i am made strong.

i have been feeling unusually horrid as of lately .. i may be utterly worn down .. i do not wish to declare this the end, however, for i have hardly begun .. i am but exhausted of all that goes around me and the lack of the life and love i yearn for .. everything that i am fighting for feels far ..

i am certain that the root cause of my internal discrepancies will be sourced eventually .. and i will be beyond myself with joy

i reckon i could make a little thread about the things i would like to experience someday ...

Tigers are solitary animals, they love huge personal space. In comparison, Lions are clingy and social animals.

@newcleardawn.bsky.social

do you live in rural scotland

I have long grown weary (and rather ill) of my ongoing fixation with how others may or may not perceive me and whether or not I am behaving (fronting) up to their standards.

In spite of my current experience of homelessness, I have always been one eager to use whatever resources may be at my hand.